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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
New Order,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.