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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lou Christie to the punk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.