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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 X-102 to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.