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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the funk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Swans,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.