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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.