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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Scion,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.