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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.