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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.