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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.