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 Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.