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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Jandek,
X-102,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.