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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.