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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.