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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.