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 Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.