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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Young Rascals to the disco 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
cv313,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.