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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.