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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.