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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.