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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Bluetip to the disco 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.