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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Skaos to the rock 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.