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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Swans,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Slave,
ABC,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.