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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.