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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 808 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.