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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.