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 Armenia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Joey Negro to the disco 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.