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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Can,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.