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 Nepal 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
The Move,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.