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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Slave,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.