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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
JFA,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.