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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
New Order,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.