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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.