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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.