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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Faust,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.