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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.