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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Faust,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.