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 States and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.