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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.