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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.