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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.