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 Andorra and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Lalann,
June Days,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.