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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.