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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Remains to the electroclash 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.