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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.