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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Niagra,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.