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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.