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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Mars,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.