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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fall to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.