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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.