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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.