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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Durutti Column to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.