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 Korea South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.