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 Korea South and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.