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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.