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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ra. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Can,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.