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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.