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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.