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 Russia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.