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 Houston.
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 Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.