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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
the Slits,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.