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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.