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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Magma,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.