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 Belgium 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.