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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.