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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.