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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.