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 Ireland and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gap Band to the jazz 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.