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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Cure 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.