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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.