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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Nas,
CMW,
Kayak,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.