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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.