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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Ludus,
UT,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.