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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.