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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.