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 Cape Verde 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Remains,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.