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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.