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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.