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 Malawi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.