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 Niger and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
10cc,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.