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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Swans,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.