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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 808 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.