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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Graham Central Station to the dance 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.