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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 marimba 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.