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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.