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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.