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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the punk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.