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 Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.