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 Monaco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Index,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.