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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Scion,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.