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 Azerbaijan 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Ossler,
Television,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.