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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Magazine,
JFA,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Can,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.