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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.