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 Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.