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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.