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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.