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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Make Up,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.