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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
CMW,
Index,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.