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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.