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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.