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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.