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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos 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?
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.