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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.