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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.