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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.