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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.