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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.