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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.