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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
X-101,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.