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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 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 Colin Newman to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.