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 New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.