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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Franke,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.