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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.