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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Dead C to the rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.