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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.