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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Neil Young 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.