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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Todd Terry to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.