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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
ABBA,
10cc,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.