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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.