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 Chile and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Franke,
MDC,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.