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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.