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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.