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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
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.