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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Pole,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.