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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.