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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.