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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Aural Exciters 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Television,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.