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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.