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 South Sudan 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Byron Stingily to the punk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.