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 Fiji 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Mars,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.