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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '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 Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.