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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.