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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Raincoats to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club 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?
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.