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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.