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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Qualms,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.