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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the disco 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.