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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.