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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J 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?
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.