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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.