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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the dance 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.