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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.