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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.