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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.