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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Pole,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.