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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
The Names,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.