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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.