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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.