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 China and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.