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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.