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 Latvia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.