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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Music Machine,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.