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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 808 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.