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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.