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 Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Wasted Youth to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.