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 Norway 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Raincoats to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Organ,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.