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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 guitar 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 Lou Christie to the grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Magma,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.