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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.