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 Georgia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Selecter 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Flipper,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.