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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.