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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.