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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Can,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.