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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.