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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.