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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.