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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.