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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.