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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blues Magoos to the rap 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.