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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.