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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.