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 Belize 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Crime to the funk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.