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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.