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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.