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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.