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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.