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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.