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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Don Cherry to the disco 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.