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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the disco 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
DNA,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.