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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.