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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.