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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.