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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.