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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.