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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
AZ,
Nico,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.