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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.