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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.