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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.