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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Evens to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.