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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.