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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.