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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.