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 Kenya 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Slave,
China Crisis,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.