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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Franke,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.