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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.