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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.