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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.