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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Television,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.