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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.