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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.