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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Monks,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.