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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.