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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.