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 Nepal 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Monks,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.