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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.