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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.