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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.