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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.