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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.