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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
DNA,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.