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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.