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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.