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 France 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Television,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.