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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Josef K,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.