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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.