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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Skarface,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
UT,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.