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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Franke,
Wire,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.