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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.