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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.