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 Albania 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.