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 India 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.