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 Peru 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.