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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.