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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.