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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Whodini to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.