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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Section 25,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.