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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.