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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
The Motions,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.