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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.