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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Skatalites to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.