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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.