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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.