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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 ABC to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
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.