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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.