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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.