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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.