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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.