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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Qualms,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.