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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.