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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 spring reverb 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.