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 Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.