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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.