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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 the Human League to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.