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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.