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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.