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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.