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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman 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?
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.