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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.