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 San Marino 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.