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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.