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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.