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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.