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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.