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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.