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 Angola 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.