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 Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
UT,
Roxette,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.