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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One 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?
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.