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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.