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 Botswana and from New York.
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 Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.