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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.