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 Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.