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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Birthday Party to the punk 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
The Slits,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.