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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.