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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Television,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.