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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.