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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.