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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.