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 Dominican Republic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.