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 Maldives 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.