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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
This Heat,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.