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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Organ,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.