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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
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,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.