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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.