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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the rock 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC 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?
Jandek,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Can,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.