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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.