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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s.
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 Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.