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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.