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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Japan,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.