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 Japan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.