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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Ronnie Foster 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.