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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.