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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.