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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.