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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.