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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.