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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.