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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.