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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Jandek to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.