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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Neu! to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice 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?
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.