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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.