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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.