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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.