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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.