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 Mexico 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade 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?
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.