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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.