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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Magma,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.