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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.