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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.