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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.