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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.