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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.