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 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.