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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Smog,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.