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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.