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 France and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.