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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.