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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the grunge 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.