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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.