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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.