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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Goldenarms to the dance 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.