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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.