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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.