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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.