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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Delta 5 to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.