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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.