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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Gang Green,
UT,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.