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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fall to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.