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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.