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 Korea North and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.