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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.