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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Can,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.