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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.