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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.