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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.