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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Jandek,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.