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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Monks,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.