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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.