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 Somalia and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.