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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.