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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Technova to the rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.