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 Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.