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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.