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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.