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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.