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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.