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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.