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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
ABC,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
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.