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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.