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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Television,
Monolake,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Kayak,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.