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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.