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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
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.