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 Comoros 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.