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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.