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 Togo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.