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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.