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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.