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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.