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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s 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 Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
New Order,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.