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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Livin' Joy to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Index,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.