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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.