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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Can,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.