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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.