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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.