Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.