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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.