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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Swans,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.