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 Fiji 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.