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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Index,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.