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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.