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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.