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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.