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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.