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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.