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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.