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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.