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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Smog to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.