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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.