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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Man Parrish to the funk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.