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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.