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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.