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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Adolescents to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Main Source,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.