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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.