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 Germany 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.