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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.