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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Organ,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.