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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
MDC,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.