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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.