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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.