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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Gong,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.