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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Wire,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.