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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.