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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.