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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Organ,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.