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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.