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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.