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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Todd Terry to the rock 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.