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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.