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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.