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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 The Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
MDC,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.