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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wake 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.