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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.