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 Fiji 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.