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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.