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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Television,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.