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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Mars,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.