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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.