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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.