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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.