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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.