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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.