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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
JFA,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.