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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.