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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.