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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.