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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.