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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.