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 Cuba and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.