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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 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 the Association 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
MC5,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.