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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Television,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.