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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.