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 Gambia and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.