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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.