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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.