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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Echospace,
JFA,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.