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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.