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 Australia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Motions to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
The Human League,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.