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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Quantec,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.