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 India and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.