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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.