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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.