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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.