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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.