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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.