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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.