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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.