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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.