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 Ukraine 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 Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 The Offenders to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
JFA,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.