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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
MC5,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Monks,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.