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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 snare 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
JFA,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.