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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Swans,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.