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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Visage,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.