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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.