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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.