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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Quantec 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.