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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.