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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.