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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.