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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.