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 Georgia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the punk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.