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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Prince Buster 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Lyres,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Quantec,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.