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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.