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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.