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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.