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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.