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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.