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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.