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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.