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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 London and Beijing.
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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.