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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.