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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.