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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.