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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
the Association,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.