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 Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.