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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Niagra,
The Martian,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.