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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.