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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.