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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
June Days,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.