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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Faust,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.