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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.