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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Wire,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.