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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.