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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.