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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.