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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
The Fall,
Brick,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.