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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.