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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.