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 Palau 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.