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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Youth Brigade 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.