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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.