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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 John Coltrane 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
New Order,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.