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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the techno 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.