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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.