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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.