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 Panama 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.