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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Adolescents 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.