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 India and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.