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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.