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 Switzerland and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Organ to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Wire,
Deakin,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.