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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.