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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Pagans,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.