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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Television,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.