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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
New Order,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.