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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Wings,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.