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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Erykah Badu 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Adolescents,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
CMW,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.