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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.