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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Oneida to the jazz 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.