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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Whodini 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
The Index,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Television,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.