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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.