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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.