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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
June of 44,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.