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 Dominican Republic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.