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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.