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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.