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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.