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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.