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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 DJ Sneak to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Television,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
AZ,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.