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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Brick,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.