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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.