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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.