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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.