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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Make Up,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.