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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the techno 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.