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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.