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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.