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 Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the electroclash 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.