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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.