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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 One Last Wish 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.