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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 Delhi and Salvador.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.