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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.