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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.