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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
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.