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 Costa Rica 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.