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 Jamaica 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.