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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.