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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.